Back in the heart of the Stonehooves Tribe, Lyerin sat on top of the Minotaur Statue.
The air was filled with the scent of roasted meat and the sound of laughter, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding in the distant maze.
Children of the tribe ran around him, laughing and playing, their eyes wide with awe as they looked up at their towering leader.
Lyerin, in turn, moved with an easy grace, a smile on his lips as he watched them, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the carefree atmosphere.
The tribe seemed to gather for a feast, contrast to the battles inside the maze around them.
The Stonehooves people, though scared and feeling weak, cherished these moments of peace when they could relax and revel in their victories.
Even Lyerin, who had long carried the weight of leadership, seemed lighter, more relaxed than anyone had seen him in years.
